𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒

Chapter 9

Chapter Number/Total: 9/44
Chapter Title: Impossible Perfection

Draco stood in clothes he knew his mother would approve, making sure his hair was in place. He frowned into the mirror. He needed a haircut. He knew he shouldn't have been afraid of visiting his mother, but his stomach seemed to have other ideas.

Harry was only Apparating with Draco, so he hadn't needed to dress with any particular care, nor did it bother him how much time Draco was taking. Draco could take all day if he wanted to. It would suit Harry just fine. He looked into the bathroom at Draco and stood in the doorway, leaning against it.

Draco frowned, picking up the comb again before realising he was just stalling. He caught sight of Harry in the mirror and shook his head. "I guess I'm ready," he said.

Harry pushed off from the wall and stood behind Draco, slipping arms about his waist and looking into the mirror as well. "You look good," he said appreciatively. "But I think you missed a spot in your perfection."

Draco arched an eyebrow, hands sliding up Harry's arms and then to the back of his neck. "Really?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, voice dropping a little lower. "Let me get it for you." Instead of reaching to pick lint or fix a hair, Harry pressed his lips to the corner of Draco's jaw and brushed over it with his tongue. He was rewarded with that little gasp Draco had.

"Trying to distract me?" the blond asked.

Harry smirked a little. "Maybe," he replied, but Draco had hit the nail on the head. It didn't mean Harry pulled back, though. He continued to kiss and lick, gently making his way across Draco's skin.

Draco moaned softly, hands at the back of Harry's neck moving up into his hair. "I don't want to have an erection when I see my mother," he managed to say, but arched his neck to Harry anyway.

"Then perhaps I should take care of it here," Harry retorted, sliding his hands lower and inward.

"I can't resist you," Draco half complained, trembling. He turned and rested his forehead against Harry's.

Those words definitely thrilled Harry and he smiled, but he also realised that Draco was probably very much telling the truth. "I'm being a prat, aren't I?" he asked, kissing the corner of Draco's mouth.

"Oh, yes, but you had better not stop now," Draco warned, his trousers now uncomfortably tight.

Harry's smile broadened. "Shall I sink to my knees for you, Mr. Malfoy?" he asked huskily.

Draco nodded, slowly letting go of Harry's hair with one hand and reaching back with the other to brace himself on the sink. "Yes, Potter," he answered in the same throaty rasp.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, indeed sinking to his knees in front of Draco. He reached to undo Draco's trousers and slid them down his slim hips.

Draco shivered as Harry knelt, his heart speeding up. His cock was already straining the silk of his boxers.

Harry tugged on Draco's shorts, looking up at him with darkened eyes as he slid those down as well. His heart thumped a little harder, as it always seem to do when Draco's hard cock was in his line of vision, and he smirked. "I love sucking your cock, Draco," he told him, voice nearly a purr as he wasted no time in taking Draco's flesh in his hand and swirling his tongue around the shiny head.

Draco couldn't believe the look of Harry when he did this, not to mention how amazingly good it felt. He felt guilty that he still hadn't felt comfortable completely returning the favour since... but pushed the thought away and tried to focus on the feel of Harry's tongue on his sensitive flesh.